An Update from Susan Holland, in a brand new location in Seattle WA Shoreline apartment.

Here I am, second from left, embraced by my second daughter and her two young adult “children.” Yes, we are all getting older.

I’m again surrounded by all three of my grown children, and close to my five grandchildren. In fact I call them, along with my lifelong friend, Werner Muller, my Board of Directors.

Truth be told, I am getting to be an old lady! I have a lot of old lady recent history, including a stent following a stroke, a broken ankle and the need for “senior living.”

My BOD does the fine tuning, now, thank goodness. My banking, my medical appointments, my shopping. The brain is getting fuzzy.

But the studio exists in the second bedroom of my apartment on the fourth floor.
The carpet is covered with a heavy duty ground cloth and the closets and files are fulled with art supplies chosen from the huge group of boxes moved from Santa Fe, and from Las Vegas, New Mexico.

I still am making a stab at painting, and also writing. My brain is too flighty to continue my usual workload of either of those things. And I have forgotten a lot of what I used to know about computer tech. (One of the youngsters in my prior photo of around the campfire at Kachess is now an computer whiz and is like one of the BOD because she comes to dig me out of website agonies. The Wonderful Stephanie has been worth her weight in gold! At any time of day or night.

Back in New Mexico, the beautiful ranch/farm is now just a very sweet memory. Around the time of the wildfires, we moved into the Santa Fe condo. Werner is still there, but visits me often in person. He visits his own home base from long ago in Newtown, PA, and he and I talk every day without fail (unless the wires are down.)

Design carved on woodblock, painted in oils and photographically quadrupled. This is in honor of Gerard Manly Hopkin’s poem praising dappled things, including fishes who swim!

Items from my Summerhouse exhibit in New Mexico. A huge undertaking, and well attended. Left over art pieces are still in Seattle storage lockers. (Sigh).

My Board of Directors will decide what to do with it all, I am supposing. I still dream of getting a huge blast of energy and determination to pull it all together here in Seattle, but… each day is a project at going-on 87. (I still walk down four flights to get my mail, and back up again, on the fire escape. Gotta keep those legs moving!)

My email is still susangholland@gmail.com, for those who wonder. I miss the connections on Facebook which I have closed now. I find the internet a spooky place these days.